“I’m on the pill now…” I leave the words hanging between us.
Understanding emerges on his features, and he groans as I open my hips wider for him. An offer he can’t decline. He reaches down between us, nudging against me. I arch into him, aching for it. My body is pleading for him to put me out of my misery already. But then he pauses just to stare at me like if he doesn’t, he will die.
“You are so fucking pretty.” The words come out all gravelly.
Hot liquid clings to the edges of my eyelids as I drag my fingers down his back, and he finally pushes his way inside me.
“Even when you cry.” He kisses the tears away.
I moan into him when his mouth finds mine, and his dick swells inside me. Landon pivots his hips, and I feel him everywhere. Skin on skin. Stretching me open for him as his chest brushes against mine. He kisses me like every second might be our last, and soon, he’s fucking me like it too.
Electricity pulses through my veins as we fuse, my hips rocking up to meet his. He thrusts into me hard, and the shockwaves vibrate through my entire body. It feels so much more intense this time, so addictive, and I never want him to stop.
I melt into a puddle of ecstasy when he reaches down to touch me, sending me spiraling out of control. Landon isn’t far behind. He thrusts into me one last time, his cock pulsing as he empties himself, and warmth spills into me.
I grab his face and kiss him, silently begging him not to pull away. He doesn’t. He stays inside me, kissing me and touching me until his cock swells, and we do it all over again.
Later that night, as I fall asleep in his arms, I feel like everything might finally be okay. At least for a little while.32Kailani“So today was the big day, huh?” Court greets me in the empty hallway with an unusually cheerful smile. She used a bathroom pass to sneak out of class and say a quick hello after I texted her to let her know I was here.
“Yep.” I look down at my black Vans. “No more boot.”
“What did the doctor say about dancing?”
I release a long breath and shrug. “Same thing as always. Give it time.”
She nods. “Where’s your fake boyfriend this morning?”
“Ha.” I poke my tongue out. “Jared had an appointment today too, so he’s not coming in. But I told him I’d be fine for the day.”
I don’t mention that Landon will probably be watching over me as soon as he sees I’m back at school. When we woke up together this morning, there wasn’t much time to talk about what happened. I had my doctor’s appointment, and he had to get ready for class. He asked if we could talk more tonight, and I told him yes. Right now, it’s hard to focus on anything else.
“Oh,” Court says. “Well, I can walk you to class.”
“Actually, I have to head to the office. I have an appointment with Mrs. Oaks.”
“Ugh,” she whines. “Career counseling sessions are the worst.”
“Yep.” I plop my backpack onto the floor and start rifling through it to see what I need. “But I’ll be fine. I don’t want you to be late, so we can just meet up at lunch.”
She checks the empty hallway again before agreeing. It’s been so long now I think everyone is finally starting to let their guard down, including me. You can only spend so long checking over your shoulder before it taxes your nervous system completely.
“Okay, I’ll see you in the cafeteria then. Text me if you need me.” She flounces off down the hallway, and I turn back to my locker.
When I unlock it, a nervous flutter erupts in my belly. Every day, Landon has left something in here for me. Admittedly, I expected him to give up, but he didn’t. And now things finally seem like they could be going our way. But I know there’s still a lot to talk about. We have to hash things out before we can move forward. Band-Aids won’t fix the gaping stab wounds we’ve left each other with.
With a sigh, I open the door. Just as I expected, there’s a decorative box full of tissue paper waiting for me inside. I wonder what it will be today. More sweets. Jewelry. Flowers. Those would be the obvious choices, even though he doesn’t need to get me anything. But when I tilt the box to examine the contents, instead of that warm fuzzy feeling I usually get, there’s a sick sense of foreboding.
I move aside the tissue paper with stiff fingers to uncover what I can already see is a pregnancy test. It’s positive. Hot acid burns my throat when I try to swallow. I want to throw the box in the rubbish and pretend I never saw it, but I can’t look away. I can’t pretend I don’t see the photo beneath the test. It’s an image of Landon and Audrey tangled up in the sheets of a familiar bed.